She hardly got to see the house as they walked through the darkness and up a flight of stairs. That was the only indication that the house was two stories tall. She had to admit that she was too engrossed in staring at Tommy and feeling his hand on her to notice the house from the outside.
Vic followed, his boots clicking and clacking on the hardwood as they entered a large bedroom.
She smelled fabric softener and cedar wood.
Tommy slowly placed her feet on the floor as Vic turned on the bedside table light.
It cast a glow around the room that was stunning from what she could see. The king-sized bed was decorated with a hand-carved headboard and some intricate Indian type of design. Same for the bedding, that was a combination of burgundy and hunter green.
“This is gorgeous,” she told them as she touched the wood, trailing her hand across the carvings.
“It was made by our great-great-grandfather,” Tommy told her. She turned to look at him and then at Vic. Both men stared at her, but it was Tommy who pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the chair by the wall.
“Come here,” he whispered.
She swallowed hard as she absorbed the sight of his body. Large, wide, muscular shoulders, tan skin, and that Native American choker he always wore around his neck. He was sporting various tattoos along his shoulders and upper arms. One was an intricate tribal design in black with Native American feathers, and the other was a wolf baring his teeth while it wrapped its paw around an American flag and a large knife.
She swallowed hard.
“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”
He smiled at her as he reached his hands out to unbutton her shirt and pulled her closer.
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,” he whispered, and she smiled up at him.
“Really? Let me see, wise guy.” She touched his arm so she could see the design.
“Why a wolf?”
She looked at the tattoo, noticing through her peripheral vision that now Vic removed his shirt.
“In the Comanche culture, wolves are a symbol of loyalty, success, intuition, spirituality, and perseverance. Our family history indicated our tribe as hunters, like the wolf. The wolf is believed to be ferocious, too,” Vic stated as he stood along her right side and moved her hair away from her shoulder.
His tone turned her on, as well as the way he said “ferocious,” laced with male power.
He caressed her cheek as Tommy pushed her blouse off her shoulders.
Once the garment fell to the floor, she reached toward Vic to turn his arm so she could see his tattoo. On one side, it appeared to be the same tribal design as Tommy’s, but on the other side Vic had a tattoo of an eagle whose claw wrapped around an American flag, holding it, and the other claw was grasping a long, sharp hunting knife. She looked up into his eyes, and he held her gaze, making her shiver.
“The eagle is a sign of intelligence, connection to the creator, freedom, sacrifice, and one who takes risks,” Tommy stated while he unclipped her bra.
She took a deep breath as he removed the bra completely then held her arms and stared.
“You are so lovely, Elise. Let us make love to you, together.”
She looked at Vic and she couldn’t move an inch. She was fascinated by their beauty, their culture, and their bodies, and then Vic reached his hand under her hair and lowered his mouth to hers. Before she could turn toward him, Tommy grasped her hips, lowered to his knees so that his mouth was level with her breasts, and began to feast. She felt his tongue twirl and suck against her nipple as Vic’s tongue moved and explored her mouth.
She reached out to both of them until Vic released her lips and began to undo his pants.
Tommy moved to her other breast and then pressed his fingers into the waist of her skirt and pushed it down to the rug.
“Son of a bitch, baby, you’ve got some body on you,” Vic said as he moved around her toward the bedside table. He opened the drawer, and then Tommy licked across her belly. She saw Vic toss something onto the bed. Then she felt his hands on her waist, pushing her panties from her body.
“This is a really pretty tattoo you have, honey. The detail of the iris is gorgeous, just like you.” He kissed her neck and cupped a breast with his big hand.
Tommy moved his mouth along her hips to the tattoo and kissed it.
“Very nice.”